The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- NARRATOR As long as she remained his hostage, Zarek wouldnt attack.

After all, all these tricks to control the castle were the only thing he could actually dohe was still imprisoned in the most hidden and dangerous dungeon.

Out of nowhere, Dante's sensitive ears picked up the whistle of air and the murderous magic heading straight for him.

Every instinct screamed at him to drop to the ground, and he obeyed.

He threw himself onto the cold iron floor of the bridge, holding Celine tightly in his arms as she trembled, her teeth chattering, her eyes shut tight and brimming with moisture.

Tf you keep pushing her like this, you'll turn her into an idiot before you can even use her to blackmail Zarek, he said, standing up and leaving Celine leaning against a corner of the bridge, away from the dark shadows and close to him.

Td rather fry her brain than let you be the one to benefit from her, Merkall spat blood to the side, the scent of it thick in the air.

A lot of his people had to sacrifice themselves to create an opening for his escape.

That damn vampire! He had to end him here and now.

T think we both know that only one of us can rule, right? So, our rivalry ends herethe survivor will be the next to control the Dark Realm, Dante declared with a sinister smile.

He was done with this old fool.

---- Baring his fangs and extending his claws, he was ready to go all out.

Ina blur of movement, Dante was on top of Merkall.

But the sorcerer was no amateurhe was an experienced spellcaster.

Summoning a shield, Merkall deflected the vampire's claws, sparks flying in the air as they clashed, and so the deadly battle began.

Each attack was aimed to kill; Dante moved like the wind, striking with such precision that the warlock was left sweating, struggling to maintain his energy shield, which drained his magic rapidly.

Asudden roar erupted from Merkall, releasing a blast of fire from deep within his throat, forcing Dante to retreat, the hem of his coat catching fire.

The bridge trembled with the sharp clatter of chains swinging violently.

The walls echoed with hissing breaths, curses, and the pungent scent of blood filled the air.

Then, Merkall let his guard down for just amomentan opportunity Dante wouldnt waste.

He lunged, knocking the warlock to the ground and pressing both hands around his throat.

T think you're out of tricks.

You never win against a superior being like me, you pathetic spell-caster.

Just die already! Dante tightened his grip with cruel delight, his claws digging into Merkall's fragile flesh.

The warlocks eyes widened in terror.

Dante was so engrossed in his victory that he failed to notice the change in Merkalls expressionuntil it was too late.

T think...

I still have one trick up my sleeve, Merkall rasped with a